Alexo’s Dirge

 

Souls of wicked men,

Fearful wretches all,

Charge now if you can,

Let your trumpets call.

 

Your energy fills my mouth with slaver so,

Your lives are forfeit to the earth and Alexo.

 

Evil deeds so ripe,

Do not cower now,

Fortunes made in life,

But now recall my vow.

 

Oh  you laughed and brayed in your revelry so,

Your lives are forfeit to the earth and Alexo.

 

See how well battle serves,

When your footstep on spring knives,

See how well formed your words,

When the air sucks away your lives.

 

Try to fight the cradle that saved you though,

Your lives are forfeit to the earth and to Alexo.

 

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